Well Juan Back

Lilu finished with Percival and was escorted back down to the Infirmary.

This time when she saw where Juan was, he was upright, awake, stretching a complete set of fingers on his hand. He looked over and saw Lilu. The look on his face was quickly complicated. One part gratitude, one part amazement, one part affection, and about ten parts of confusion.

Lilu walked over to him and smiled "Good it seems your hand is better. I still cant believe your family is that ruthless! how are you holding up"

Juan smiled at her, his expression still a little complicated. He flexed his new fingers and then simply aswered her a bit coldly. "They are no longer me familia. The doctors say I am free to leave, can we go home please?" he says standing up off the cot. He is in a borrowed gown, his clothing and items stuffed into a bag on the ground. "I would like to get into some , how do you say, real clothing." looking down at his own appearance.